Chap – 4
“So I need you to do what you do
best as revenge for Harris,” Spike explained, looking down at Sagwack, who was
sitting on top of a small table.
“I do not work for you! You do not
control me! I am the great and powerful…” Spike sprayed him with a spray
bottle, interrupting his speech.
“Look, Jiminy, no more of that,
alright?” Sagwack wrung his arms out of all the water that had been aimed at
him.
“My name is not Jiminy, I am the
great -,” Spike flashed the bottle in his direction again as a warning. “Fine!” he growled out. “I’ll do as you ask
of me.”
“Good.”
The next afternoon Spike came
running into the Magic Box, flapping his arms about attempting to put himself
out. Everybody continued on with their business, never acknowledging the fact
that he had almost burst into flames. He saw Xander once again over by the
counter near Anya, like he was the other day. Spike walked up to him glaring
all the way. Xander quirked an eye brow at him questioningly, as Spike held his
finger up signaling the ‘hold on a second’ sign.
Spike began to rifle through the
inner pockets of his duster searching for something. As he went through the
first pocket he removed lighter, cigarettes, a flask, and a few scattered,
crumpled up bills. Going to the net pocket on that side he continued to remove
a yo-yo, a pair of thong underwear, which gained a questioning response from
Xander as he lifted them up by his fore finger, “Don’t judge me.” Spike had
some trouble pulling the last thing out, yanking it really hard and causing
Anya to start at the sight of it, being a stuffed bunny and everything. “Oh
yeah, forgot I had this in here. I was saving that for you at a later time,”
Spike said to Anya with a mischievous grin. “Bloody hell it’s in here
somewhere!” He began to shuffle through things more quickly. A small pile of
change made it on to the counter top along with an old crumpled picture of
Angel, and a small bottle of traveling hair gel, for touch ups. “Ah ha!” he
cried on triumph, “Here it is.” Spike placed Sagwack on top of the counter away
from the pile. “Alright, now do your stuff, Jiminy.”
Sagwack stared daggers at Spike, but
turned around to face Xander, prepared to do Spike’s bidding, in fear of being
sprayed with water for the twentieth time in under twenty four hours. “I am the
great and powerful Sagwack! I am the bringer of terror!”
“Hey! What did I tell you about that
great and powerful shit?”
Sagwack sighed deeply, becoming very
annoyed with Spike. “Right.” He took a deep breath
raising his arms in the air as Xander looked on confused as to was taking place before his eyes. Sagwack brought his hands
next to his eyes and wiggled his fingers at Xander, who proceeded to laugh.
“You know, Spike, Buffy and Giles
are going to be mad that you summoned a demon,” Spike became frustrated at the
lack of progress the little fear demon was making.
Spike picked him up and moved him
down to the other end of the counter to talk. Xander took that moment to look
through the pile of crap Spike had dumped. “Ok, what seems to be the problem
here, Jiminy?”
Sagwack ignored Spike’s continuous
‘Jiminy joke’ as he answered. “I don’t know. This has never happened before.
I’ve always been able to perform. It’s almost like he’s immune to my ability.”
“Why don’t you give it another go.” Sagwack nodded his head in response as he walked back
over to Xander.
Going through the same procedure
again, Sagwack was still unsuccessful in terrorizing Xander. In fact it had the
complete opposite effect. “Look, you guys, I don’t know what you’re trying to
do, but you’re annoying the hell out of me.” Spike huffed in frustration
grabbing Sagwack and stuffing him back in his pocket.
He walked out of the Magic Box and
headed back to his crypt.
“What was that all about?”
“Spike was trying to scare me with a
fear demon I think.”
“Like the one from the frat house a
few years ago?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t the same
one. I guess one you squash one, you’re done being effected by them.”
“Alright, look you poor excuse for a
fear demon! I thought you could do the trick!” Spike continued to pace around
his crypt angry and confused. “I know how you feel. I remember when the only
thing I was good at was lost, and had failed me. Nothin’ left
but fightin’ the good fight and all that rot.” He sighed “I have no use
for you now. And I don’t know how to send you back to where you came from. So
you’re free. Go spread fear all across the bloody world. Do what you like.”
Spike left Sagwack on the top of a table and headed down to the lowed half of
his crypt.
Sagwack stood alone, confused s to
why Xander had been unaffected by his power. ‘What if I’ve lost my power?’ he thought,
‘what if I serve no purpose anymore? What will I do?’ He thought on this for a
few minutes. ‘Spike had just said he had something like this happen to
him.’ Maybe Spike could show him how to
live with out having no purpose. Sagwack nodded his head. Yes, maybe Spike
could be of some help after all.